Organ grinder's henchmen shaking their coins in
time- "Guild of Mute Assassins will convene
at a quarter to nine." Behind the court house
atop a scaffold stands a man with a bag for a
face, "You will not have learned until I
return to give my executioner the chase." The
swinging of its censers, the silence of its
members Oh, the Guild of Mute Assassins From the
places in-between that are so seldom seen Oh, the
Guild of Mute Assassins. Widow in the furrow with
thimbles hasn't seen her face in years Kneels into
a puddled reflection to find it is just as she's
feared. And in the Garden, the Archangel, sword
above his head, "You will not return until
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swinging of its censers, the silence of its
members Oh, the Guild of Mute Assassins From the
places in-between that are so seldom seen Oh, the
Guild of Mute Assassins. Baby on a threshold with
silver. Breath rises from its lips Beam of yellow
light from a doorway and the figure of a
silhouette. In the cradle a wood stiletto rattles
like a barrow of bones. Another journeyman with
passion silently recites the oath. The swinging of
its censers, the silence of its members Oh, the
Guild of Mute Assassins From the places in-between
that are so seldom seen Oh, the Guild of Mute
Assassins.